Stabbed in the Back
You were the love of my life, now a memory of strife. i'm lonely, and cold, didn't pick me, over gold. you're selfish and shallow, thought our love was hallow. but i misunderstood, you're neither lovely, nor good.
When in need
Live a kind heart is what i chose to keep though i have felt as if drowning deep a warm smile is what i wear so that the burden, you need not bare i will give you help when you need tend the wound and staunch the bleed protect you in all your strife
The Dragonwolf Brigade, Chapter I: Strife
Wow. This is my first time making a submission here at YS. I've only ever peeked around, reading up on everyone else's works, and I'm kind of nervous about introducing my musings. I need to let everyone know right off the bat that I've never written...
Unimportant Verse 13
With every change in my life comes the terror of maybe losing you of maybe being caught in strife over such insecurities as few have escaped unscathed.
Forest
This is where i am, for now, though society i must bow to a life of insufferable strife i'm left to wonder, "how?" not only this, but "why? am i only to live and die?"
poem i did for school
Coming out _i'm bisexual_ _i've faced many a strife in my life_ _the relationship wasn't sexual_ _it was musical_ _my dad treated me like shit_ _and i left because of it_ _now i sit playing guitar_ _wondering if i'll go far_ _i been insulted, i've
I Don't Know the Color of His Eyes
In there i shall never fall never know any strife. i would give him a simple task to show me them now and then. yet every time i would ask, i would be lost in them again.
Lonely Heart
When the world returns, to menial life, please forgive my sins, for within my chest, strife, but still i sing your hymns.
I Will Never Let Go
When you can only crawl please don't worry these tears are not of sorrow your heart is not something i just want to borrow you make me so happy and bring much needed color to my life i am more than happy to hold your hand and break through this strife
Shelled and Covered Life
Pity those given into this notion, that life is without pain or without strife. there will be red tape and signs of caution! so i'll trudge through what they call this my life.
The Demon Inside Me
Bitter are the unrelenting toils of life this ache inside is like an unending strife this darkness inside me is growing too deep it sometimes awakens me from my sleep the anger i feel, i too often can't control just sends me further, down this never-ending
Xenophile
Neither nippon-born, nor do i share the wild scorn for passions erected of ancient days portrayed upon a sun-bleached skein, inked in ebony, sold to the masses, left in dust upon my desk while i contemplate a better life, while nippon gripes in its own strife